Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



I glared at him with all the bitterness I could muster.

"So... you people... don't deserve to live."

His hands were wrapped around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe.

His buddy had already started to unbuckle his belt, and despair filled my heart.

I knew no one was coming to save me...

Damian was too meticulous. Since it was Damian who had James bring me here, the chances of the police or Colin finding me were slim.

My legs hurt from how tightly the man was holding them, the cold touch almost driving me to despair.

The memories of being bullied by Dexter and his gang in my past life slowly crept up, suffocating me.

"I'll... kill you..." I cried out in despair, feeling sick to my stomach when he touched me.

Don't touch me.

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Don't touch me, you're filthy.

Colin...

I cried out Colin's name, desperately praying for someone to save me.

"Bang!" The metal door was kicked open.

James and his buddy were startled, pants halfway down, warily looking towards the door.

I fell off the wooden bed in despair, my hands still tied above me.

I thought it might be someone coming to save me.

But it wasn't.

It was one of their own.

A man with sunglasses and tattoos up to his neck got out of the car.

He looked menacing, with a lip ring and a tall stature, his hair tied up.

He stepped out, his wide shirt only buttoned once, his muscular body covered in tattoos.

"I'm here for the goods," the man spoke, his voice deep.

James and his buddy breathed a sigh of relief, cursing. "If it's for the goods, then get it, why the hell didn't you knock?" The man's gaze fell on me.

I was shivering, sitting on the ground, my pants torn off and tossed aside, leaving only my bare legs, glaringly pale. "James sent me to check the goods," the man approached, grabbing my hair to look at my face.

I trembled all over, panic-stricken as I looked at him.

This man... felt somewhat familiar.

He looked at me for a while and then laughed. "This is the goods?"

James was displeased, frowning. "Are you blind? This is what a rising star looks like back home."

Foebe was indeed beautiful, at least by my standards.

I wondered if the man was mocking me.

But now wasn't the time to think about that. I was trembling with fear, unsure if I could escape.

"Ah!" Suddenly, the man cut the

ropes binding my wrists with a knife,

lifting me up and throwing me onto the bed, spreading my legs in a posture that was both ambiguous and physically uncomfortable.

I watched him warily, my body shaking.

My eyes fell on the knife he had placed beside me.

"I need to check the merchandise, is she untouched?" the man asked.

James and his buddy scoffed. "Take it or leave it, you're looking for a virgin in the wrong place, buddy."

The man raised an eyebrow, his lips curving up, his hand in a black glove grabbing my thigh, slowly moving up.

I breathed heavily, my hands clenched, watching what he intended to do.

"It won't fetch a good price."

Suddenly, he stopped his

movements, turned around to

a

cigarette, but deliberately placed the knife within my reach.

I watched his back warily.

James's buddy cursed. "Damn it, are you playing us? You took those busted ones before, and now you don't want this?"

James eyed the man suspiciously, pulling his buddy back. "Something's off..."

James narrowed his eyes and pulled out his phone. "You said half an hour later, but you arrived a bit too early."

As James unlocked his phone, intending to make a call, I grabbed the knife beside me and plunged it deep into his shoulder. "Agh!" A scream pierced the air.

When I pulled the knife out, blood splattered into my eyes.

I knew James couldn't just die by my

hand so

easily. If he died, it would

only make it harder for me my name with the police.

clear

Wontent

His buddy tried to approach, but I stabbed him with the knife.